That is an artist as I would have an artist be, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art--panemet Circen.

I love something: and scarcely do I love it completely when the tyrant in me says: "I want that in sacrifice." This cruelty is in my entrails. Behold! I am evil.

Few serve truth in truth because only few have the pure will to be just, and of those again very few have the strength to be just.

One hears - one does not seek; one takes - one does not ask who gives.

All preachers of morality, as also all theologians have a bad habit in common: all of them try to persuade man that he is very ill, and that a severe, final, radical cure is necessary.

What the father kept silent the son speaks out.

If you believed more in life you would fling yourself less to the moment.